TARTUFFE (inglise keelne)
Where all, beyond all limit, babble on.
And just to tell you how this point came in . . .
(To Cleante)
So! Now the gentlemen must snicker, must he?
Go find fools like yourself to make you laugh
And don't . . .
(To Elmire)
Daughter, good-bye; not one word more.
As for this house, I leave the half unsaid;
But I shan't soon set foot in it again,
(Cuffing Flipotte)
Come, you! What makes you dream and stand agape,
Hussy! I'll warm your ears in proper shape!
March, trollop, march!
SCENE II
CLEANTE, DORINE
CLEANTE
I won't escort her down,
For fear she might fall foul of me again;
The good old lady . . .
DORINE
Bless us! What a pity
She shouldn't hear the way you speak of her!
She'd surely tell you you're too "good" by half,
And that she's not so "old" as all that, neither!
CLEANTE
How she got angry with us all for nothing!
And how she seems possessed with her Tartuffe!
DORINE
Her case is nothing, though, beside her son's!
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